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That middle-aged cultivator, holding a purple longsword and whose cultivation had fallen to the Viscera Refinement Initial Realm,
once again appeared before the yellow-robed monk.
"Who would have thought, in the end, it was still I who won..."
The middle-aged cultivator said with a somewhat complex expression.
He had thought he would certainly be the one to die.
However, those three bolts of lightning that came from nowhere had completely turned the situation around.
Even just now, the middle-aged cultivator was pondering.
Could it be that behind them, there was a predecessor from the Divine Sword Sect with even higher cultivation, silently watching over everything?
Thinking thus, everything seemed to make sense once again.
The predecessors of the Divine Sword Sect, to ensure the eradication of these demonic monks,
had consequently hidden another team in the dark.
If the people from the Divine Sword Sect in the open couldn't handle the demonic monks,
